You will find me drinking rum, Like a sailor in a slum, You will find me drinking beer lik… You will find me drinking gin In the lowest kind of inn

Low and brown barns thatched and r… Where I had seven sons until to-d… A little hill of hay your spur has… This is not Paris. You have lost… You, staring at your sword to find…

The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may have been devoured by the natives, as there has been a considerable revival...

For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree: You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,

Great God, that bowest sky and st… Bow down our towering thoughts to… And grant us in a faltering war The firm feet of humility. Lord, we that snatch the swords of…

Words, for alas my trade is words,… Rubbed by a hundred rhymesters, ba… Take them, you, that smile on stri… The words that never lie, or brag,… I give a hand to my lady, another…

He left his dust, by all the myria… Of yon dense millions trampled to… Or 'neath some cross forgotten lay… Where dark seas whiten on a lonely… He left his work, what all his lif…

When I was a boy there were two curious men running about who were called the optimist and the pessimist. I constantly used the words myself, but I cheerfully confess that I never had a...

The last chapter has been concerned with the contention that orthodoxy is not only (as is often urged) the only safe guardian of morality or order, but is also the only logical guardian...

When the first Christmas presents… Smelt sweeter than their frankince… And a wise man said, “We will not… “Nay,” said the next, “To all new… Bends the high gratitude of God;…

O well for him that loves the sun That sees the heaven-race ridden o… The splashing seas of sunset won, And shouts for victory. God made the sun to crown his head…

The old earth keepeth her watch th… Alone in a voiceless void doth sta… Her orange flowers in her bosom fl… Her gold ring in her hand. The surfs of the long gold-crested…

I have not read a rotten page Of “Sex-Hate” or “The Social Te… And here comes “Husks” and “Herit… O Moses, give us all a rest! “Ethics of Empire”!... I protest

O learned man who never learned to… Save to deduce, by timid steps and… From towering smoke that fire can… And from tall tales that men were… Say, have you thought what manner…

“Ill fares the land, to hastening… Where Wealth accumulates and Men… So rang of old the noble voice in… O’er the Last Peasants wandering… Doom has reversed the riddle and t…